Ya know, way back at the beginning of this thread, I was whining about my mental bandleader.

I have now quit the band, and am happy as a clam! Have had private decompressions with others in the band (who are also all quitting) with good beer, and feeling out from under in a major way.

Congrats to Lady Penelope; love is a wonderful thing. dishwashers are, too.

Here is enough Rolling Rock (a U.S. beer I used to drink in college) to go around.